Friday, November 14, 2008

The mellow year is hastening to its close;The little birds have almost sung their last,Their small notes twitter in the dreary blast--The shrill-piped harbinger of early snows;The patient beauty of the scentless rose,Oft with the morn's hoar crystal quaintly glassed.Hangs, a pale mourner for the summer past,And makes a little summer where it grows:In the chill sunbeam of the faint brief dayThe dusky waters shudder as they shine,The russet leaves obstruct the straggling wayOf oozy brooks, which no deep banks define,And the gaunt woods, in ragged, scant array,Wrap their old limbs with sombre ivy twine.

Hartley Coleridge was the eldest son of Samuel Taylor Coleridge, author of The Rime of the Ancient Mariner and Kubla Khan

Poetry Friday is being hosted today by Yat-Yee Chong. Head on over and see what poems are being rounded up today!

Sunday, November 2, 2008

Acting upon a suggestion from a founding member of my oldest child's poetry club, my ten-year-old son will be memorizing a poem about Thanksgiving to recite at this month's poetry club meeting. I'm thinking that my seven-year-old and even my almost-four-year-old may want to join in on the fun here at home, at least, so to that end, I've been ILL-ing many books with holiday poetry in them. In case anyone else is searching for something similar, here's the list as it stands right now. Let me know if you have any suitable titles to recommend, and I'll add them to the list, as well.